A prestigious girls' school, universally disliked, and me? I have a billion dollars - Chapter 52

Qiao Ling felt incredibly wronged for a moment. She tried to speak to Tang Sui in her mind: ‘But I want it too.’

Tang Sui curled her lips into a smile, her eyes rippling like spring water. Her silver hair and purple eyes were captivating and alluring, so captivating that they made people tremble.

Don’t make me angry.

Disobedient children will be punished.

Qiao Ling bit her lip, turned and left the room, leaving the door open but closing it gently behind her.

Standing at the doorway, I peered through the crack in the door.

Does Tang Sui like that kind of thing? She has the money to have it custom-made!

Before Qiao Ling could think for long, Tang Sui’s voice rang in her mind again: ‘Stop looking, go back. Little Qiao Ling, come over tomorrow.’

Instantly, Qiao Ling clenched her fingers tightly, her knuckles turning bluish-white. A thick, unyielding shadow fell over her brows and eyes, the jealousy surging within them almost solidifying. “I understand.” It was all because of Song Fanxing. Tang Sui always chose Song Fanxing over her, yet she couldn’t do anything to Song Fanxing.

The light in Qiao Ling’s eyes flickered as she took a deep look at Tang Sui, who was blocked again. Qiao Ling loosened her grip on her aching fingers. It’s okay, just wait a little longer, and Tang Sui will be hers alone. She won’t let anyone else touch her.

Qiao Ling left Tang Sui’s room and stood at the door, looking at the empty corridor. Frustrated, Qiao Ling started tearing at her hair. After a while, she stopped and took out her phone to search for what she had just seen.

Seeing those things on the page, Qiao Ling thought of the stretched-out area and felt unhappy again.

Why should something like that be allowed in?

She doesn’t want it anymore.

Qiao Ling stood at the door for a long, long time. She should have left, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to take a step.

Time passed slowly, and Qiao Ling’s legs were getting numb. She wondered if Tang Sui would have finished by now and wouldn’t let her leave.

‘Little Qiao Ling, don’t wait any longer. Only obedient children get rewards.’

‘Be a good girl, okay?’

Qiao Ling: ‘…Sui, you’re so biased!’

Qiao Ling eventually left.

Inside the room, Tang Sui couldn’t help but laugh. Although it sounded a bit like bullying, Fanxing’s emotions were definitely more important right now.

“Tang Sui, are you feeling unwell?”

Song Fanxing hugged Tang Sui, nibbled on her ear, and did it for a long time until Tang Sui was covered in sweat.

But she was fascinated by Tang Sui’s appearance at that moment.

Tang Sui was being carried on her back, her body limp and powerless. She could only lean her head back against Song Fanxing’s neck and pant, “No, Fanxing is amazing.”

“It feels great.”

Such high-intensity exercise had left her body completely limp.

Water comes out with the slightest touch.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m very strong.”

Tang Sui had already folded her wings and tail; if she ate any more, Song Fanxing’s body would become weak.

Right now, she’s simply enjoying herself.

Succubi always enjoyed this, and she was no exception.

Although she could endure it, she no longer needed to.

“Starry Night, will you move in and live with me forever?”

“No.” She currently has no ability to give Tang Sui what she wants.

Physical pleasure wasn’t enough; even though she knew Tang Sui wasn’t short of money, she still wanted to buy Tang Sui what she wanted.

A note from the author:

Keep it up, finish it soon!

Chapter 44

Tang Sui continued working until nightfall, when she was completely exhausted.

She couldn’t understand how the protagonist, who was so thin and weak, could suddenly stay so steadfast for so long.

His fingers gripped her thin, rounded shoulder, then tightened suddenly.

Light pink marks appeared on Song Fanxing’s shoulders.

Tang Sui leaned against the headboard, her lips parted, her tongue protruding, saliva and tears mingling and sliding down her cheeks onto her sweaty body.

“Tang Sui, do you like it?” Song Fanxing whispered in Tang Sui’s ear.

Her hair was soaked with sweat and pulled back to her ears. She had thick eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a cold and aloof appearance, but the flush on her face softened that coldness and gave Song Fanxing a touch of pitifulness.

Tang Sui’s eyes were filled with tears, her eyelashes were soaked, and she could hardly reflect Song Fanxing’s emotions.

Her feet were spread wide apart, from her calves to her thighs, and they were trembling.

“Stars, um, stars.” Tang Sui murmured softly, her voice as soft as a pool of melting spring water, the last syllable rising and trembling, captivating all who heard it.

Song Fanxing slowly moved away from Tang Sui, changing her position from leaning against her to lying down.

She was exhausted, but Tang Sui’s flushed face from crying made her unable to stop.

He raised his hand and touched the corner of Tang Sui’s reddened eyes, then his fingertips moved down to touch her red lips that she had caressed, and gently pressed them.

Her lips are so soft and sweet; she kissed them so many times today that they’re a little swollen.

Staring into those tearful eyes, Song Fanxing asked again, “Tang Sui, do you like it?”

Tang Sui opened her lips and put the finger that was playing tricks on her lips into her mouth.

Her fingers, carrying her own scent, spread across her tongue.

Lifting her eyelids, she looked at Song Fanxing, who was lost in thought. Her long eyelashes were still damp, and the corners of her eyes were red as if she were drunk. With every movement and every glance from Tang Sui, ripples of ambiguity spread.

Tang Sui slowly spit out her fingertip, a glistening trace of moisture on her tongue. That soft, moist touch fell into the air, lingering and alluring. Tang Sui chuckled softly, took the initiative to reach out and hug the person, pressing them down.

“I love the stars.”

I love everything you do.

Song Fanxing nestled in Tang Sui’s arms, her nose filled with Tang Sui’s fragrance, and the skin pressed against her ear trembled as Tang Sui spoke.

It slowly invaded her heart.

Song Fanxing’s breathing slowed down, gradually synchronizing with the heartbeat beside her ear. “Tang Sui, I will work even harder to learn how to please you.”

“This is the only thing I can do for you.”

Tang Sui raised her hand and gently stroked Song Fanxing’s thin back, her voice soft and gentle, “Fanxing, you’ve done enough.”

“Any better and I’d die in bed.”

Succubi have naturally sensitive bodies, and the sensations they experience are many times greater than those of humans.

This afternoon she was at her peak, so comfortable that she almost fainted.

Song Fanxing pursed her lips, buried herself in Tang Sui’s arms and didn’t say anything, but just held her tightly with her arms.

He looked somewhat forlorn.

Seeing this, Tang Sui began to gently pat Song Fanxing’s back, and the magic power overflowing from her fingertips easily cleaned the two of them.

Song Fanxing felt her body becoming increasingly relaxed and slowly raised her head.

Tang Sui lowered her eyes, a bright smile playing on her lips. “Let’s do it again.”

“Fanxing seems to really enjoy seeing me cry.” Her tone was tinged with helplessness, but even more so with doting affection.

These emotions can be revealed through words.

Song Fanxing pursed her lips, curving them slightly into an extremely subtle arc.

“Tang Sui, aren’t you going to eat me?”

Tang Sui squinted, her expression lazy, but the moment she was touched, her heels pressed tightly against Song Fanxing’s back.

His voice lowered: “You can’t eat too much, or you’ll die.”

“Our Starry Sky is so lovely, how could I bear to let you die… um…”

Song Fanxing bent over and gently bit Tang Sui’s neck. Tang Sui always said things that she couldn’t resist.

*

Tang Sui spent Saturday with Song Fanxing, but on Sunday Song Fanxing said she had to go to a part-time job and left.

Tang Sui, dressed in a long halter dress, lay on the sofa in the living room, revealing her demonic form. Her long, thin, black tail covered with tiny scales curled around her arm as she lay lazily with her.

The afternoon sun slanted in through the huge French windows, landing right on her and warming her body.

The late autumn sun is rare, making this kind of weather perfect for sleeping.

However, she wasn’t going to sleep; she was waiting for someone she had chased away yesterday.

Tang Sui didn’t have to wait long before the door lock clicked.

Before Qiao Ling’s figure arrived, her voice came first.

“Sui! I’m here! Has Song Fanxing left yet?!”

Qiao Ling’s voice is always lively, full of youthful energy, like a child’s.

She and Qiao Ling have a contract, so Qiao Ling can find her without her saying a word, provided they are not far apart.

After a while, a shadow blocked her sunlight, and Tang Sui slowly opened her eyes, where Qiao Ling’s small face came into view.

Tang Sui smiled and said, “Good afternoon, Qiao Ling.”

Qiao Ling blinked, her gaze sweeping over Tang Sui from head to toe.

She felt that Tang Sui seemed even more… prettier, and just looking at her made her stomach itch.

Qiao Ling pounced on Tang Sui and pinned her to the sofa, nuzzling against Tang Sui’s neck and whining, “Sui, I was very sad yesterday.”

“But if you tell me to leave, I have no choice but to obediently leave.”

“We haven’t seen each other for a long time, so why did Song Fanxing do ‘that’ with you first?” Qiao Ling was tall and had broad shoulders; her entire body could completely cover Tang Sui.

Tang Sui raised her hand and gently touched Qiao Ling’s soft, light-colored hair, answering very frankly, “Because she came first.”

Qiao Ling reluctantly opened her mouth and bit Tang Sui’s bare shoulder. With a flick of her arm, she tried to lift the hem of her skirt.

“I really dislike her. Can’t you just talk to me from now on?”

“I don’t want you to do this kind of thing with other people.”

“Sui, promise me, okay?”

“I asked the housekeeper to find me a lot of videos yesterday, and I’ve learned how to use them now. I’ll give you something sweet right now!”

Qiao Ling babbled on and on, her hands never stopping as she piled the thin skirt up to Tang Sui’s waist.